Latin; to grow. Root of the English word ‘surge’.
Taken from the most forward part of the windlass room to show how the front of the ship opens up from the front wedge. Note the giant anchor chains and foam strapped to the frontmost beam.
The end of the monorail in the nitrating house.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
A machine to cast copper billets.
The Sivertson’s sign seems like from a different time. I’ve never seen it lit, but I bet it’s beautiful.
A screen above the floor apparently shields workers from the disintegrating building.
These corner pilings served as bumpers… a little assurance against wind, ice, and new captains.
The locker room was out of a zombie movie.
Disabled forklift… I think it’s a Clark.
This sea leg was installed to unload grain boats. It’s pretty much a big bucket elevator that can be moved and lowered into waiting boats.
A heavy steel device locks the anchor up.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
In what has turned into a kind of industrial courtyard between four ovens some people have posted their tags. X was here.
This miner locker room has probably never been so clean.
Two small generators connected to a Frick steam engine.
The roof could be vented when locomotives were running inside.
The old crane swung on windier days over the Worthington Steam Pump. This is probably last used to disassemble the antique generators, which are all now gone.
Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
An open porthole to let the history dry out a bit… note the giant anchor chains disappearing through the hole in the floor, where the rest of the length is stored. The line on the right side is stretched tight because it’s one of the cables securing the boat to shore. All this equipment is steam-powered.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
Away from the rest of the plant–as if forgotten, or hiding–is this little stamp press. Yes, this is little by press standards.
At the top of a skyway that brought fresh-dried cotton into the Nitrating House from the Cotton Dry House. How? Monorail, of course.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
The elevator near the offices seemed a day’s work away from being operational